Chapter 1369 Entering the spiritual world for the first time and capturing the spiritual land

As soon as Nascent Soul, a man with sullen eyebrows, saw the black seam appear, he flicked the black bell five or six times in the air.

Every time it popped out, his face turned pale, and the black crack suddenly opened wider.

After so many ringings of the bell, the black crack had opened up into a semicircular opening, filled with black air and gusty winds, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

"quack!"

An extremely weird smile suddenly came from inside.

Han Li's pupils shrank, and the golden light on his body shone brightly. At the same time, the divine light of Yuanci also increased by half, protecting him tightly.

He also didn't dare to look down on Lingbao-level treasures.

Just then, a strange scene appeared.

Suddenly, wisps of black threads appeared around Han Li, spinning around his body, but they showed no intention of attacking.

Han Li was startled. Before he understood what kind of spell this was, the black thread suddenly changed and condensed, turning into a black light array. It happened to trap Han Li in it.

"not good!"

Han Li was startled, a gray light flashed from his body, and he swept towards the magic circle.

But it's obviously too late.

The black magic circle flashed with light, and Han Li spun around for a while before his entire body, together with the giant cauldron and the golden lotus, disappeared on the spot.

The next moment, he staggered, and he suddenly appeared in a dark and strange space, with four pillars of black shadows and a loud ghost cry.

He was actually photographed directly into the black crack.

When Han Li saw this scene, he was startled at first, but then the corner of his mouth curled up and he started laughing instead of being surprised.

At the same time, Yuanying, the sullen man outside, hurriedly activated the black bell again.

Suddenly, as the bell rang, the cracked entrances slowly closed together, and finally turned into a faint black line more than ten feet long, suspended in the air.

Then the Nascent Soul flashed and returned to its physical body.

The man with raised eyebrows opened his eyes with a sinister smile on his face.

That black crack is a space opened by the Thousand Soul Bell alone. Although it is called "Thousand Souls", there are not only 10,000 but also 8,000 ghosts in it, and all the ghosts are collected from the spirits of some special monsters that were extremely evil during their lifetime. Those that have been specially refined with secret techniques are no less ferocious than they were before they were alive.

And one of the main souls in the Thousand Soul Bell was even a heaven and earth spirit beast in the middle stage of becoming a god. By chance, he was sacrificed and refined by his master to become the main soul of this treasure.

With the cooperation of other ghosts, this main soul's magical power can be doubled. Moreover, this space also has some special restrictions. The monks who are absorbed into it, as long as they are not ghost bodies, will have a lot of magic power.

Therefore, even if the monks in the late stage of spiritual transformation are trapped in it, they will most likely be in bad luck.

The golden-armored monk outside the light curtain stared at the faint black line suspended in the air, his eyes flickered a few times, but he did not take any action.

The man with sullen eyebrows simply sat down cross-legged in the void and waited for the evil spirit in the ghost space to swallow Han Li inside, so as to end the fight.

After a full cup of tea, the black bell in the air suddenly trembled, and there were circles of strange black light. At the same time, there were bursts of buzzing from inside, which was suddenly long and short, which seemed extremely strange.

Although the man with the hanging eyebrows could not establish a mental connection with this treasure, he did not know that this vision had appeared, but he was also confused as to what happened.

The black bell let out a cry, and the huge phantom that was originally released from the body suddenly shattered inch by inch, and then turned into black air and disappeared into the main body of the Thousand Soul Bell. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared.

"Impossible, the main soul was actually destroyed." The sullen man finally figured out what was going on and was shocked.

At this moment, in a certain void above his head, a black light suddenly penetrated silently from a certain point, and a fist-sized hole appeared out of thin air.

With a flash of inspiration, a ray of cyan light shot out from the hole and turned into a figure floating there.

The man with hanging eyebrows was also a monk in the middle stage of becoming a god. As if he sensed something, he suddenly raised his head and looked around. ,

But as time went by, the figure just moved and disappeared on the spot. The next moment, after a series of afterimages, the figure appeared strangely behind the man with the raised eyebrows.

A loud shout made the man's ears buzz, and with the strong wind, a golden fist struck. .

"ah"

The man with the sullen eyebrows shook in shock. His body shattered like a mirror, and seven or eight phantoms appeared at once, shooting away in all directions at the same time.

"Hmph! I want to leave!\

,"This figure is naturally Han Li. He snorted coldly for a long time, and the fist he threw was slightly blurred, and seven or eight ordinary fist shadows were transformed into the same shape. With a few "puff", each fist shadow accurately hit the phantom's vest.

They all immediately burst and disappeared!

Only a small silver shield appeared behind the man's true body, which just blocked a golden fist.

With a "bang" sound, the silver light shield only froze the fist for a moment, and then instantly shattered.

The golden fist hit the man on the back without hesitation.

The moment the fists came into contact, a layer of green armor suddenly appeared on the man's body.

There was a loud noise, golden light and green light intertwined, and the fist hit the armor hard.

Under the huge shock of green light, his fist was sunk several inches deep, and the man with sullen eyebrows screamed and flew out.

Han Li's heart trembled. He clearly sensed that his punch contained huge power, and most of the green armor slipped away like a loach, with only a small part hitting the armor.

Otherwise, this punch could penetrate the armor, and the man with sullen eyebrows would not be seriously injured on the spot.

The moment he was absorbed into the Yin Soul Space by the Thousand Soul Bell, Han Li finally noticed the other party's murderous intention, and naturally he would not show any mercy at this moment.

Now that the punch was not fully completed, although he was surprised for a moment, he immediately swayed and appeared like a ghost in the sky above the sullen man. He grabbed the air with one hand, and suddenly a golden long sword about a foot long appeared. In the hand, with a flick of the hand, it will be chopped down.

At this moment, the man named Weng suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Stop it, I admit defeat!"

When Han Li heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched, but he swung the sword in his hand downwards as if he didn't see it. Suddenly, a golden sword energy rolled downwards, showing no mercy.

With the sharpness of Qing's Green Bamboo Bee Cloud Sword, even if the opponent is protected by the Green Underworld Armor, he will definitely be cut in two.

The nearby space fluctuated, and suddenly a piece of yellow cloud shot out, sweeping up the man with the sullen eyebrows like lightning, and disappeared in vain in a flash.

Even though the golden sword energy was not slow, it still managed to reach the empty space.

Han Li's expression changed, and he glanced around. He saw a ball of yellow light suddenly bursting out from the void more than twenty feet away, and then two figures appeared strangely in the yellow light.

It was the scar-faced monk in golden armor and the man named Weng.

The scarred monk's face was expressionless, but the man named Weng was pale, with blood stains on the armor on his chest, and he looked at Han Li with a malicious look on his face.

It seemed that under Han Li's blow, even though Qingmingjia had lost most of his strength, he still ended up vomiting blood and suffering internal injuries. The punch marks on the armor behind him are even more clearly visible.

Han Li glanced at the man surnamed Weng. There was no change in his face. Instead, the long sword in his hand disappeared in a flash and he saluted the golden-armored monk.

"Thank you, senior, for taking action, otherwise this junior almost hurt Daoist Fellow Weng before he could stop it!" Han Li said seriously.

Hearing Han Li's words, the man surnamed Weng's face flushed with blood, and he almost spit out another mouthful of blood.

Han Li was unable to stop his attack in time. He clearly had murderous intentions and wanted to kill him with one sword.

When the scar-faced monk heard this, the strange color on his face flashed away, and his eyes showed a half-smiling expression, but he said lightly in the air:

"It is normal to fail to stop the fight. This is nothing. This time we are fighting for the spiritual land. Fellow Daoist Weng surrendered. The winner is naturally Fellow Daoist Han. This spiritual land belongs to Fellow Daoist Han. Do you two have any objections? !"

Han Li smiled slightly and naturally he would not refute anything.

The man surnamed Weng had a look of reluctance on his face, but he moved his lips slightly and finally said nothing.

Seeing that neither of them had anything else to say, the scar-faced monk nodded, stretched out his hand to Han Li, and ordered:

"Bring me your Qing Ming Pendant!"

When Han Li heard this, he flipped his palm without hesitation, and the cyan jade pendant appeared in his hand, and then he threw it to the opponent.

The golden-armored monk grabbed the jade pendant out of thin air with one move of his hand. At the same time, a thumb-sized emerald green crystal that had been prepared in his other hand slapped the jade pendant and disappeared into it.

"Okay, the mark of the spiritual land has been injected into your Qingming Pendant. Unless you voluntarily give up this spiritual land in the future, you will not be eligible to participate in the battle for the spiritual land once in a hundred years. Now you two can leave here. Next One game is about to begin.”

As soon as the scar-faced monk returned the jade pendant to Han Li, he waved his hand and told the two of them to leave the place immediately. At this time, the surrounding white light curtain had opened an exit at some point.

Han Li didn't say any more words. After clasping his fists, the person turned into a blue rainbow and shot out from the exit. After a few flashes, he disappeared without a trace.

The monk surnamed Weng had a gloomy expression and said nothing. He also turned into yellow light and left the light curtain. However, the light dimmed and reappeared nearby. He glanced gloomily in the direction Han Li left. Then he suddenly stamped his feet, turning into a ball of yellow light and shooting away in the opposite direction.

Although this person suffered from internal injuries, his escape speed was not slow. After a meal, Mrs. Gong had already appeared in a strange place high in the sky, and her escape suddenly stopped.

"Why, your aura is so confused! Did you fail to fight for the spiritual land and you are injured?" A familiar voice came out coldly, and then a green light flashed in the void nearby, and the jade dragon about a foot tall flashed. appeared, and after looking at the man twice, he asked with a cold look in his eyes.